my father lived life as bright
as all my favorite memories combined.
he had an uncanny way of encouraging
everyone who walked into his world.
he always had time to listen
with the kindest blue eyes that held everyone in acceptance.
he had a way about him.
a way of making everyone in the world belong.
my father transformed each moment
with his open and generous heart.
the sound of his laughter, the warmth of his embrace,
the way he always said
just the right thing to reassure a steadfast foothold
in this challenging world.
for all the ways he enriched the course of my life
the last gift he gave me
remains the most priceless.
the gift of facing death without fear.
for when death arrived wrenching all our hearts,
he turned his impossibly blue eyes upward
and faced the ultimate letting go with utter grace.
his peace gathered like a wild awakening into
the measureless sky.
a lifetime of love finally rising together
into that last wave of departure.
the man who made living so intensely heartfelt
paving a steady path for me in
the the ultimate letting go.